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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Closing Thoughts on the Winter Olympiad

So seventeen days have passed rather quickly. The closing ceremonies are complete, and now we wait four years until the games return - this time in Sochi, Russia - where the best in the field will compete once again for themselves, their team and their country.

It's true, for many we follow one or two sports closely and the rest we only see every four years. Still, when the games rolls around we become enthralled with every part of the games. Whether or not we're cheering on our countrymen we are all connected together by television (and now computer) as we watch the greatest dramas unfold.

The games started out on a rather tragic note with the death of the Georgian Luger, but that sadness was quickly replaced by the joy of wins in many events by many countries, only to be reminded -once again- when Canadian Figure Skater Joannie Rochette's mother passed away on her way to see her daughter practice on Olympic Ice.

It seems Vancouver was destined to have some of the greatest moments and stories of the Winter Games. Joannie Rochette rose from her grief to claim a bronze medal at a point in time where the color of the medal - or a medal at all - didn't matter. It was about skating for her mother. It was about the curling teams wonderfully ugly - yet stylish - pants. It was about favorites hitting their mark, and it was about new stars rising to the occassion. It was drama, it was passion, it was the Winter Games.

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